"At that time..." Looking at Yan Shuirou's pale complexion, Yan Xiaye raised the corners of his lips happily, and said in a very light but thunderous voice: "Yan Shuirou, remember, you owe me everything.

, sooner or later I will ask you to repay it a hundred times a thousand times."

Seeing Yan Xiaye disappear behind the door, Yan Shuirou's heart beat rapidly, her hands and feet were limp and she slumped down on the chair.

Mr. Li's domineering attitude was unstoppable. She had once played clever tricks in front of that enigmatic man and deceived Li Beicheng, but she could not deceive Li Yuntang.

If Yan Xiaye could really persuade Li Yuntang to help, her carefully conceived plans would not be able to stop the man from pursuing her.

Until then...

Once what she had done became public and faced with the thundering wrath of the Li family, no matter whether Li Beicheng would protect her or not, he probably would not be able to do so.

That being the case.

Yan Shuirou gritted her teeth and looked bleakly at the table knife that was close at hand.

The blade was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting her bloodshot eyes.

Not long after, she looked at the furnishings around her with nostalgia. These were the things she and Li Beicheng had purchased together when they were in love.

When her slender fingertips touched the cold handle of the knife, she retracted her hand as if she had been burned, then made up her mind and decided to pick it up.

Now that the matter has come to this, the only option is to put it to death and survive.

…

After leaving Yan Shuirou's villa, Yan Xiaye insisted on disobeying the doctor's orders and took an extra injection of inhibitor.

Sitting in the back seat of a completely soundproof car, she borrowed the driver's cell phone and typed in the unforgettable number with heavy fingertips, but she hesitated not knowing whether to make the call.

In the end, it was the thin stack of documents that Mrs. Li personally handed to her that gave her the courage.

Listening to the beeping sound coming from the phone, Yan Xiaye felt mixed emotions in her heart. She nervously played with the corners of her clothes with her fingers. Her mind was filled with the past between her and Li Yuntang.

"Hello, the second master is in a meeting. I can convey anything to you."

Yan Jiu's familiar voice made Yan Xiaye quietly sigh in relief. He cleared his dry throat and said, "Mr. Yan, I am Yan Xiaye."

"Miss Xia Ye?" Yan Jiuyi was startled and looked towards the president's office eagerly: "If you have something urgent, I can go directly to the second master to answer it."

"No, it's not an urgent matter." Yan Xiaye was troubled and struggled to organize his words: "I have something to ask my uncle for help. I don't know if he has time to see me."

"This meeting will end in forty-three minutes." Looking at the watch on his hand, Yan Jiu showed his shrewd and capable side: "I will make an appointment for you. Do you want to come to the company directly, or do you want to ask the second master to go there?

Meet somewhere else?”

He asked familiarly, and Yan Xiaye blushed unconsciously, feeling deeply that he had caused a lot of trouble to his uncle in the past: "Thank you, the company is fine, I will be there on time."

At two thirty in the afternoon, Yan Xiaye appeared in the president's office as scheduled.

Li Yuntang was not immersed in business as before, but was sitting on the side near the green plants in the corner, with his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, concentrating on brewing a new cup of tea.

The handsome man was something that people couldn't take their eyes off. Coupled with the positive BUFF of concentration, Yan Xiaye stopped talking several times. He still couldn't bear to break the peaceful and calm atmosphere and stood by the door thoughtfully.

looking at him.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she saw him again. The man's narrow eyes were as always, and when he looked back at others, he always gave people the illusion of being extremely affectionate, a glimpse that would never be forgotten again in his life.

Until the water in the teapot began to boil, Li Yuntang seemed to be awakened by the subtle sound, and raised his eyes to meet Shang Yan Xia Ye's complicated and unpredictable eyes.

The man's thin lips were slightly raised, and the first thing he said was: "Xia Ye, how have you been recently?"

His voice was low and magnetic, like a slightly chilly autumn wind, blowing her heartstrings.

"Ah." Yan Xiaye came to his senses and was annoyed that he looked at the man in a daze. He cleared his throat slightly embarrassed and said, "Grandma takes good care of me. I am living a good life."

"Yeah, that's good." Li Yuntang washed and made tea. All his movements were done in one go, elegant enough to be a painting: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you come and sit down."

His attitude was so gentle and natural. Compared with it, Yan Xiaye felt that he was too petty when he was still obsessed with the past.

She calmly took a deep breath, put on a lukewarm fake smile, picked a seat farthest away from Li Yuntang, and explained her purpose in a concise and concise manner: "...I think Yan Shuirou may be with the kidnappers.

It's related, but I can't produce any evidence, so I want to ask my uncle for help. Of course, I won't let your work be in vain."

As she spoke, she pulled out an equity transfer agreement from her bag, which was about one-fifth of the equity she owned.

Party A had already filled in her name in advance. She glanced at Li Yuntang quietly, leaned over and placed it gently on the coffee table.

Just as she promised the old lady, she would not give up all the shares to Li Yuntang.

However, since she was asking someone to do something for her, without all the emotional factors, the value of the equity as remuneration was only high, which could be regarded as a slight repayment for the care he had given her in the past.

However, unexpectedly, Li Yuntang didn't take a second look at the agreement. He pushed the teacup in front of Yan Xiaye with a half-smile: "Try it, this year's new tea in the Tea Ceremony Museum is picked from an ancient tea tree that is more than 800 years old.

I only get three kilograms a year, and I only get two taels in my hand."

Yan Xiaye was a little unsure of his approach. He lowered his eyes and looked at the steaming teacup, hesitatingly trying to refuse: "Uncle, I don't know how to taste tea at all. Wouldn't it be too wasteful for me to drink it?"

"This tea is sweet, you should like it. Besides, I am waiting for you to taste it. How can it be called a waste?"

Yan Xiaye was speechless. She discovered that her uncle had a talent for talking about love. Even if it was just two simple sentences, spoken from his mouth, it would inevitably have some charming and ambiguous meanings.

Holding her heartbeat, she imitated her uncle and picked up the tea cup, calming down and savoring it carefully.

Probably because this is Li Yuntang's office, even though the distance between them is not close, the cold fragrance that belongs to him comes uninvited and lingers.

Yan Xiaye sighed secretly. When the fragrant tea reached the tip of her tongue, it was only bitter, and she didn't know what it felt like.

What she drank was obviously tea, but she had to be careful not to get intoxicated while others would get drunk.

What a pity. Although she had been through life and death once and had become more resistant to Li Yuntang, she couldn't help it.
Chapter completed!